Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.